there's a kind of graceful pain
that weeps itself all over
my skin
my flesh
almost to
the bone.

i dressed you in verbs & black crosses.

sinister sleep,
the world in
sheets&pillows.
it's simple.

((i spilled you over my thoughts & you're starting to stain))

if it weren't for you
i wouldn't be this way.

i feel weak.

came to so many conclusions
on the sand, the faceless
sand. i'm falling for
the night.

why didn't you
hold down my hands
when they started to shake?

because you like to see me sad.